I've been playing outside ever since forever
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
I've been playing outside ever since forever
Friday, November 27, 2009
Colorless green ideas sleep furiouslyIn empty beds beneath the calmly florescent gazeboDreaming themselves blue faceless smilesMindless thinkers swimmingly stillDawn quickly awaits.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Early November in an even year
And Peace is running
Like a river more than a candidate
Dripping with potential
He’s damned upstream but ready to be let.
It is Evening in my heart
On the West Coast polls just closed
And Peace is losing
Like a sunset more than a boxer
The darkness is imminent
His fiery shafts stretch as the purple pushes.
Democracy fails in my heart.
Fear of corruption grips the populace
And Peace is missing
Like a rainbow’s end more than a runaway
Ethereal and distant
He’ll return one day with Revolution
Saturday, August 08, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Pragmatic as a mystic
Like Manna's logistics
Paradox is intrinsic
It's not about riches
Take privlege and risk it
(This is a sort of rap done by 13illy which is my rapping name inspired by church yesterday)
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Karl Marx wears linen pants
Adam Smith wears a sash
Both men wear moccasins
Because everyone likes moccasins
Karl Marx eats cotton candy
Adam Smith eats a candied apple on a stick
They share a funnel cake
Because everyone loves funnel cake
Karl Marx rides the carousel
Adam Smith rides the roller coaster
They both giggle as they rock their cart on the Ferris Wheel
Because everyone loves the Ferris Wheel
Karl Marx pays to kiss the bearded lady
Adam Smith pays to arm wrestle the strong man
They both sneak into the Siamese twin exhibit
Because everyone knows Siamese twins are just two liars taped together
Karl Marx plays Duck Pond
Adam Smith tries to knock down bottles
They both want to win the giant stuffed Panda
Because everyone wants a giant stuffed Panda
Karl Marx picks the wrong duck
Adam Smith misses all three bottles
They both lose
Because everyone loses at carnival games
Karl Marx uses the Johnny-On-The-Spot
Adam Smith vomits on a pigeon
Both men smile
Because everyone loves the carnival
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Monday, June 01, 2009
Check out some sweet art this Friday at the Walnut Gallery @ 18th and Walnut.
There will be an eclectic mix of mediums including photography, sculpture, painting and a custom built motorcycle.
I'll be performing a piece of silliness that I conceived for my friend Andrea Brummett's Gallery called The Diction Canary from 6-9, so if your are down there check us out. Bring your favorite words and tongue twisters and have the Diction Canary orate them.
Here is the back-story blurb:
The Diction Canary is a rare bird from the Amazon jungle that was captured by a British-explorer-orator-philosopher-linguist married couple. Having a natural affinity for ridiculous sounds he quickly picked up their cockney accent. He participated alongside the family in their favorite pastime, word puppetry.
Word Pup•pet•ry n : The act of word manipulation and oral definition
The bird made words dance like marionettes attached to a giant canary. Ask him to speak any tongue-twister or define any English word from his exhaustive Merriam-Webster’s and he will floor you with his phraseology and astound you with his articulate elocution.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The sin tense elastic
Cast often to space
A lonely emotive
Lied wither enlace
Re: dreamer is broke in
Mean Inc. less poke in
Life may not outpace
Ridden of goodness
Weed beet if we could this
Unborn just encase
Putrid as judgment
Vision air retrace
Hue minced must embrace
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Shifty shitless hippies
Wandering the windswept desert
The empty excrement lacking expanses
Free from all that dung has to offer
Conscientious cocoon objectors
Hoofing it; existentially
Never leaving the tree of their birth
At liberty from the falls of flying
Anorexic dirt-eating drifters
Appalled at God’s purpose for them
Driven to exile in the sunlight
Unbound by the edge of a carcass
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Just before the economy went to hell, Merriam decided it didn't have enough ugly, land wasting, consumption inducing, retail space. This new waste of space is right across the street from another enormous collection of generic buildings in a straight line with excessive parking. That project was built on land that was obtained 7 years ago through the evil government practice of perverting Eminent Domain to create strip malls.
At first, I assumed this project was also stolen from the people for the benefit of corporations. As it turns out, this time Merriam paid home owners full (pre-housing bubble) price, before they converted their homes into parking lots.
The way I understand it TIF areas should be blighted. You tell me what is more of a blight, a neighborhood full of 1940's ranch style houses and a used car dealership, or a barren landscape surrounded by a useless wall begging to be graffitied.
If you live in Kansas City, take a second to drive up there and look at this wasteland. It is eerie. It makes me more sad than anything to see the community betrayed like this. Let this be a cautionary tale to all city planners. Don't build stuff we don't need with tax payer money, anticipating sales tax revenue that may never exist. Or keep doing it, because it seems like not very many people care.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
she reaches toward sky.
I like my friend Drew. He is a photographer that takes pretty sweet photographs all the time. I just put a link to his picture blog. Ignore the ones of weddings or babies and only look at the random shots.
I've been wanting to write poems inspired by his stuff for a while. I decided to do Haiku Captions because I think this form fits his style. Not that he's Asian, because he isn't.
Check out his Flicker
Or if you need pictures of your weddings and babies and random stuff go to his business website Van Horn Visuals
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
I read an essay by Bruce Ellis Benson today at one of my favorite sites The Matthew's House Project. The piece is titled How Not to be an Artistic Whore. It is a basic discussion of how one's philosophy of art interacts with faith. I haven't spent much time with this question since college. I used to spend hours fashioning my ideas about myself, my God and my art. I used to be quite opinonated on such ideas as "Christian Art" versus "Art which happened to made by people who are Christians."
I find very little of this semantic nonsense useful in my current life as an educational whore. But these ideas still fascinate me. Benson breaks down a character from Chaim Potok’s novel My Name is Asher Lev. Asher Lev is a Hasidic Jew who a young age shows himself to be a gifted artist. Art is forbidden by his community and is seen as creating false idols. The book is a story of that tension. I put this book on my reading list and look forward to wrestling with these bygone ideas.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Eternity embodied in Immaturity
A boy with business
Pulled into the presence of priesthood
Melchizedek in miniature.
Three days later.
Three worrisome wisdom filled days.
Three timeless tomb-less questioning days after.
Caught in the act of defiant worship
Can a mother reprimand her Savior?
Where else would he be?
Being Human fully at the feet of forever.
Then He obeyed.
Monday, January 05, 2009
I came across a poet that I find totally awesome today while pretentiously reading The New Yorker online. He is perfectly weird: exquisitely eccentric and intelligently silly. And apparently he happens to teach at Columbia College Chicago. If you like it check out 5 more of his poems.
Alien vs. PredatorI freaking love the line "I translate the Bible into velociraptor." Man I wish I could have taken some poetry while I was wasting all that money on a theater degree.
by Michael Robbins January 12, 2009 issue of The New Yorker
Praise this world, Rilke says, the jerk.
We’d stay up all night. Every angel’s
berserk. Hell, if you slit monkeys
for a living, you’d pray to me, too.
I’m not so forgiving. I’m rubber, you’re glue.
That elk is such a dick. He’s a space tree
making a ski and a little foam chiropractor.
I set the controls, I pioneer
the seeding of the ionosphere.
I translate the Bible into velociraptor.
In front of Best Buy, the Tibetans are released,
but where’s the whale on stilts that we were promised?
I fight the comets, lick the moon,
pave its lonely streets.
The sandhill cranes make brains look easy.
I go by many names: Buju Banton,
Camel Light, the New York Times.
Point being, rickshaws in Scranton.
I have few legs. I sleep on meat.
I’d eat your bra—point being—in a heartbeat.
Friday, January 02, 2009
This is the greatest show on Television. I'm glad my friend Anni has HBO so I can catch all of the goodness.